Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

I hated making the plan.

Loved having it.

Planning for worst-case possibilities does not summon them.

That was another lesson.

PART 56 — OUR SECOND DAUGHTER

Her name was Lucy.

She was born crying.

That sound nearly destroyed all three of us.

Lucas laughed and sobbed.

I held her immediately.